Hunger strikes me
It is late, or early one could say.
It is a towering time.
2:29 AM stalks on the clock
It is early.
The phone goes off every few seconds
A new text
The texts that just keep coming
They keep me up now.
Leaving me typing on the computer
Watching the chit chat of the ladies on Gilmore Girls
My stomach growls innocently
Asking me when I would get up and feed it.
But I won't
Because it is too early
Or too late one could say
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